COVER
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:33pm
I operate under cover:
Divine Grace follows Me
in & out of stores, banks, traffic jams
I elect Confluence Of Stars
To Save My Every Move
from disaster
Joanna Gilman Hyde
"Good Morning, World!"
Tag: Public Artist
January 15, 2013
FULFILLMENT
The Hawk Kitchen 10:45am
When I was a not-so-little girl
I sucked My Thumb watching
Cowboys & Indians on My Father’s TV
until one night My Red-headed Step Sister
tied My Right Wrist to an iron bed post
with thick green yarn
–
Now I eat a daily banana
in My Back Yard
in My Bath Robe
& aim the peels
between the spaces
within the leafy — in summer —
hedge
December 31, 2012
2012 in review
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 4,100 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 7 years to get that many views.
December 28, 2012
I AM YOUR REASON
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:50pm
Ring In This New Year
with Me As Your Reason
for Schizophrenia
for I Am The Human Mind:
I take unlimited forms
no — I will not hack a head off
on a Greyhound Bus
no — I will not shove an unsuspecting commuter
onto a subway track
no — I will not mow down
a school yard
of kids
I have had My Head examined
for twenty years
yes — I take medication for sleep
who doesn’t?
yes — I have strange desires
seemingly unfulfilled
who hasn’t?
But I Am Here Hear People
I Am Alive
Are You Ready & Willing
To Shoulder
My Outrage?
December 9, 2012
DEMON-STRATION
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:11pm
I live with A Demon
of My Own Creation
caged above Me
in My Living Room
He is black & dirty
with giant bird shit
dripping off the upper right corner
of His Chicken Wire Cage
first laid across Him
on the 4th Floor
of Cooper Union’s Foundation Building
where He came to Life
never to speak — only to glare
with His Brilliant Eyes
down upon His Audience —
Yet Today He Speaks!
Through Me as I speak out
for The Creature of My Fierce Fear —
My Fear of being locked in
or up
or out
as I have been locked inside
psychiatric wards
for years on end
I am OUT NOW
& I can speak My Mind
no matter how It comes out
I AM BLACK JESUS — but
not because I am dressed in black
I AM BLACK JESUS — because
I can speak
for My Desperate Crow — d
November 29, 2012
STAR
The West Desk Window 8:45am
I have put My Daughter’s Name
above Her
on the wall @ The Head of Her Bed
The Name is Mine
in photographs of My Rooftop Painting
within Her Reach
Joanna Gilman Hyde 